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“Me neither,” I admit, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “But I’m not complaining.”

We spend the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies. We make use of every inch of the living room, including the fireplace mantel and the overstuffed couch. We feed each other bits of food from our forgotten snack cart, and our laughter fills the room, mingling with our moans and gasps of pleasure.

By the time the sun starts to rise, we’re both spent, our bodies pressed together on the plush rug in front of the dying fire, a tangle of limbs and discarded clothes.

“So, that was great,” Zana says sleepily, her head resting on my chest as we stare up at the ceiling.

I grin, snuggling her close. “Great,” I manage to say, squeezing her tightly. “Great indeed.”

Chapter Nine

Zana

I waketo X’s muscular weight pressing me deliciously into the mattress, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. Soft kisses trail along my shoulder as his clawed hand skims down my side.

“Mmm, good morning,” I murmur, stretching languidly beneath him. My body responds instantly to his touch, desire kindling deep in my core.

His rumbling chuckle vibrates through me. “Morning, beautiful. Such a good girl, keeping me nice and snug inside you all night long.”

I bite my lip on a moan as he flexes his hips, reminding me that we’re still intimately joined, his thick length buried to the hilt. Large fingers find my clit, rubbing in teasing circles that make me whimper and writhe.

“Please, X...” I’m not above begging. Not when it feels this good.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises, slowly withdrawing before gliding back in with a long, deep stroke.

Oh God, he feels amazing, stretching and filling me so perfectly. I roll my hips to meet his steady thrusts, savoring the exquisite friction, the delicious drag of his ridged flesh against my fluttering walls. Pleasure builds and builds, a mounting pressure begging for release.

X sets an unhurried pace, stoking the flames higher with every powerful surge and retreat. His fingers maintain their maddening pressure on my sensitive bud. It’s blissful torment and I’m lost to it, reduced to mindless pleading punctuated by keening cries.

When my climax finally crashes over me, it’s a slow-rolling wave of ecstasy that seems to go on forever. I shudder and clench around X’s pistoning shaft, gasping his name like a prayer. He growls approvingly, not letting up until I’m a wild, incoherent mess. Only then does he let go, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan of completion.

We collapse together, spent and sated, exchanging tender kisses as we catch our breath. I could definitely get used to waking up like this.

The hiss and gurgle of the coffeemaker rouses me from a delicious doze. I stretch languidly, noting X’s side of the bed is empty but still holds a trace of his warmth. Steam billows invitingly from the open bathroom door.

He pokes his head out, flashing me a roguish grin that makes my stomach flip. “Morning, beautiful. I ran a shower for you.”

“You’re too good to me,” I purr, admiring his glistening bare chest.

“I aim to please.” He winks. “Unfortunately, duty calls and I need to head out soon. But I promise we’ll connect again real soon, okay?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I murmur, trying to hide my disappointment. I knew this was a fling, nothing more, but still...

Wrapped in only a towel, X perches on the bed and cups my face, kissing me deeply. I melt into it, into him. Too soon he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“A little something to remember me by until next time.” His hand skims down my body to slip between my thighs. I gasp as two fingers plunge inside, curl just so. “Mmm, so wet for me already.”

“X!” I half-moan, half-giggle, playfully swatting his arm. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.” He steals one more kiss before rising. “Those should keep you company today.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me aching and bemused, his scent clinging to my skin. What a way to start the day.

The promise of a hot shower finally lures me out of bed. I linger under the spray, reliving every scorching moment of the last twelve hours. By the time I emerge, prune-fingered but glowing, I have just enough time to make myself presentable and grab a coffee before my first meeting.

I’m still floating on cloud nine when I breeze into Caro’s room, barely registering her gobsmacked expression at myuncharacteristic punctuality. She opens her mouth, likely to interrogate me, but I hold up a forestalling hand.

“I know, I know, I owe you all the juicy details. But no time now - I promise I’ll spill everything later, okay? Pinky swear.”

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